Even Roads Have Clearances
A System Of Space
Where Movement Becomes
Easier
Even Buildings That Grow
From Patches Of Your Earth
Have Easements
The Servient Estate Giving
In To The Dominant One
Even The Flow Of The Waters
From The Higher Estate
To The Lower Ones
For The Proper Sharing
Of The Resources
Dams And Locks
Are Made
It Is The Same With Us
Between You And Me
Someone Has To Be Servient
To One Who Occupies
This Dominance
Maybe For A While
When We Have Not
Mastered Yet This Art
Of Balancing
And Walking On Some
Tight Ropes
Give Me A Little Space
For My Thoughts To Grow
Give Me A Little Distance
So I Can See
The Better Perspective
Of You
From Faraway
Enough Of The Particulars
I Am Deceived
Let Me Try Seeing You
As A Whole
And Let Me Find
Who We Are From There